ParanoiaPam

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I heard a story once about a girl who left in the middle of the night and never returned. Rumors floated about that she had returned, even the very next day, but we know the truth of rumors, don't we? For several years, I dedicated myself to finding out as much as I could about this mysterious, missing girl. Family members could never be contacted, every address turned out to be dead ends, and after a while, I began to believe there was no trail, or hope at all, of ever finding her. One night, I decided I woiuld try one last time to find any sliver of her existence, either alive or once before. minutes; hours went by, and I was just about to pack up and leave when the world around me grew suddenly darker than what should be for dawn drawing nearer. The trees turned a sickly, dying white, and the sky and ground around me darkened a deep menacing red. I wanted to flee but I knew in my soul this was the moment I had been waiting for! It had to be! One glimpse of that girl, who was a girl no longer. Before me stood a lady in red and with her, a girl of about seven winters: the same age, the very same girl I had been searching for, and she had not aged a day. I fell to my knees, shaking so violently, I could no longer stand. All at once relief washed over me that I had accomplished what I had set out for, yet at once an unknown fear siezed me, paranoia and panic set in, squeezing the breath out of me; my heart beating painfully out of control. Consumed by confusion and fright, I

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